Everything I know about TAZ without having listened to a single episode.
Taako (Tako? Taco? I think it’s Taako Taco?): Some sort of spellcaster? Probably a sorcerer cos theyre wild AF. “Taako… from TV” Idk what that means but I know it’s what you say about them. UMBRELLA. POINTY HAT. Possibly a witch. Likes to cook.
Merle: Old. Beard? No arm? Sort of an arm made out of a tree? Does it work? Is it a live tree? Or is it a wooden arm? Who knows. Probably a Cleric or a Druid or something. Reminds me of Iroh from AtLA. Probably taken for granted by the others.
Mangus: LARGE. LIKES DOGS. MY FAVORITE JUST BECAUSE HE LIKES DOGS. (But there are no dogs in space???) He has a goldfish instead. He has SIDEBURNS. I think his last name is sideburns? Sad about someone named Julia. Someone get him a dog, that will help him feel better about Julia. He is a LARGE man with LARGE feelings.
Petals to the Metal: I mean… there’s something going on with a belt? Some evil belt? It’s probably magic. Belts can’t be evil unless theyre magic. They hold up your pants. It sounds like a pun for cars but idk if there are cars. There is a Smol and a Tol and they are In Love. Harold They’re Lesbians. Ram and raven motifs? The Lesbians are sad and dead and in a tree??? But the tree is pretty at least.
The ((Dying???)) Game: They die a lot. But they come back? There is a boss lady in a suit who Knows What’s Up.
Extras: ELEVATORS ARE BAD. SURPRISE TWIN!!!!!!! bluejeans? Lots of people are wearing red and that’s bad? Literally dating death, like that scene with the clay throwing pottery stuff but in dnd. There is a buff orc lady and I dont know her name or anything about her but I know I love her. Space costco? Garfield the cat is some kind of drug dealer? A LITTLE BOY IS A DETECTIVE I THINK AND I HOPE HE IS DOING WELL.
Request from anon for an Opie x Reader, where the two keep their relationship a secret due to the reader being Jax’s little sister.
You jump as you feel a pair of hands on your waist, ripping your earphones out and looking behind you. “You almost gave me a heart attack!”
“Sorry.” Opie grins, pulling you back into his chest and wrapping his arms around your tummy. “I’ve hardly seen you today.”
“I know, babe, but my mom is already suspicious. We’ve gotta be careful.” you reason, relaxing back into Opie’s chest and breathing in his calming scent.
He hums in response, his head nuzzling into your neck before his lips start pressing kisses to your skin, your eyes closing as you place your hands over his. “Ope…”
“Jax is fixing up some car, the others are out.“ he mumurs between kisses, your body slowly but surely melting under his desires. “We’ve got time.”
A bang in the distance makes you jump, Opie pulling away from you as you go back to sorting through the box of family photos, your heart beating a thousand times a minute.
When you’re both convinced the coast is clear, you huff, turning around to face your secret lover. “I’m sick of sneaking around, Ope. I don’t wanna be like this anymore.”
“What, you think I do?” he asks defensively, before letting out a heavy sigh. “You’re the one who wanted to keep us a secret.”
“Yes, because I don’t fancy seeing my boyfriend and my brother at each others throats.” you snap, regretting it instantly, though you do nothing to apologise. Closing your eyes, you run your fingers through your hair, frustrated at the whole situation.
“I gotta go.” Opie says, turning away from you and heading out the room. You shake your head at his retreating figure, grabbing your stack of photos before exiting the room, heading towards the main area of the clubhouse.
Pausing your music, you grab a couple ice cold beers from behind the bar, heading out to TM. Just as you reach the garage, bikes fill your ears, the missing members flooding into the lot.
“Need any help?” you ask once you reach Jax, him straightening up from under the cars bonnet, smiling at you in thanks as you hand him a beer.
“Nah thanks, sis, I’m almost done.” he replies, cracking open the top of the bottle and taking a long gulp. “Is Ope alright? He just took off, seems kinda pissed.”
“I’m not sure.” you lie, taking a drink of your beer. Jax nods in acceptance, Chibs, Clay and Bobby saving you from the conversation.
“Doesn’t look too good with the Irish, we need to be on high alert.“ Clay warns, Jax throwing the rag he was holding on the floor. “Get everyone here, lock down.”
Your mind goes straight to Opie, and even though you know he can take care of himself, you know you won’t stop worrying until he’s back. “I’ll go get supplies. Food, drinks, extra pillows. Any requests?”
“Can you get us some cigs please, lass? You know the ones.” You nod in response, checking your pockets for your car keys and cash before practically speeding off.
“Take one of the prospects with you!” your stepdad shouts, you waving him off in response, insisting you’ll be fine.
As you’re moving around the store, throwing pretty much everything in your cart, you ring Opie for what feels like the fiftieth time, breathing a sigh of relief when he finally answers. “Do you ever stop calling?”
“Do you ever stop ignoring my calls?” you sass back, grabbing a huge pack of toilet paper and placing it in your cart. “Irish aren’t happy, we’re on lock down.”
“Shit.” he says, realisation in his voice. “No wonder Jax has been calling me.”
“Yep.” you deadpan, walking down the aisle full of candy, knowing your nephew is going to be bouncing off the walls from all the sugar. “That’s what happens when you act all grouchy, you miss information.”
“I’m not grouchy.” he defends, though you can tell he’s smiling through the phone. That’s one of the things you love about the two of you, how easy it is to forgive and forget. “Where are you?”
“I’m just at the store near Floyd’s, needed an excuse to get away so I could dial you a million times without being questioned.” you reply, already feeling a lecture coming on from your protective ass boyfriend.
“Please don’t tell me you’re alone.” he says, you staying silent. He curses under his breath, keys jangling in the background. “Stay there, I’ll be there in five.”
“Yes sir.” you tease, seduction in your tone, before ending the call. You smile to yourself as you move from aisle to aisle, content with the knowledge that you and Opie are on good terms again, no matter the circumstances.
As you reach the back of the store, the varieties of ice cream making your mouth water, a chill creeps up your spine. You look over your shoulder, the feeling that someone is watching you too strong for you to be mistaken.
You grab your cart, deciding to get the fuck out of there. Of course, your instinct is right, a hand covering your mouth and yanking you backwards so hard you almost lose your stepping.
Your heart feels like it’s going to explode out of your chest as you struggle, your screams silenced against the man’s hand. He pinches your nose, cutting off your only air supply as you frantically scan the store, praying that someone, anyone, will walk up the aisle and save you.
You look down, seeking an opportunity as you stamp on the persons foot as hard as you can, glad you’re wearing boots as the man temporarily moves back from you. You have no time to recover as you abandon your items, sprinting towards the exit.
Just as you reach the outside you feel a hand latch onto your hair, a sound of agony leaving your lips as tears fill your eyes, panic and pain flooding through you. He yanks your head back, delivering a harsh blow to your face, your cheek throbbing.
“Fucking bitch.“ the man spits, his Irish accent helping you understand his motive. You try to free yourself, but his grip is too tight, your limbs too weak to fight back.
”(Y/N)!“ You almost cry in relief at the sound of Jax, you twisting to see your brother and Opie running towards you. You’re shoved to the ground, your knees scraping the concrete, a hiss leaving your lips.
Jax rushes to your side as Opie moves to the man, and you’re thankful the lot is empty as the two men start fighting, Jax raising you gently to your feet. “Are you okay?”
You nod, tears slipping down your cheeks as your body shakes with adrenaline. Looking behind Jax, you notice the Irish man is behind held up against the wall, Opie delivering blow after blow.
“Opie! Ope!” Jax shouts, finally forcing his way between the two men. The Irish man slumps to the floor, unconscious, as Jax pushes against Opie’s chest, the taller man deliberating on what to do before he steps back. “I’ll go see if any of this shit has been caught on tape. Take my sister to TM.”
Jax jogs away, Opie’s gaze finally settling on you as he takes you in. “Jesus Christ.”
He’s next to you in a flash, slipping off his kutte and helping you put your arms through the sleeves, warmth and his scent covering you. Your body feels exhausted, drained even, but you resist Opie’s requests to pick you up, knowing you need to keep your strength up.
He’s as delicate as anything as he places his helmet over your head, snapping it shut and making sure not to trap any of your hair as he does so. Once he’s mounted his bike, you settle behind him, you wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head on his back.
Your body is heavy with fatigue as you struggle to stay awake, Opie’s natural warmth making you feel all the more relaxed.
You’re free for no more than ten seconds before you’re bombarded with questions, Opie’s bust lip being ignored once your dark purple cheekbone comes into view, Clay practically frothing with anger as your mom soothes you.
“I fucking told you to get one of the prospects!” Clay shouts, your eyes filling up again as Gemma tries to calm him down. “Why don’t you ever listen to me?!”
“Back off!” Opie booms as he stands in front of you, your fingers gripping the back of his tshirt, wanting nothing more than to go to sleep in his arms.
“Or what?” Clay responds, his voice eerily calm. “She’s my daughter, I’ll talk to her however the fuck I want!”
“Yeah? Well she’s my girl, so treat her with some fucking respect!” Opie roars, your grip tightening on his shirt as everyone falls silent. You step from behind your boyfriend just in time to see Clay lunge for Opie, Bobby and Chibs somehow keeping the two apart as they try to reach one another.
“Stop it!” you scream, everybody pausing to look at you. “Don’t you think I’ve been through enough tonight?!”
You angrily wipe your eyes as the group watches you silently, pity on all their faces. “Sweetheart-”
“No.” you cut your mom’s sentence short, your voice shaky yet strong. You shake your head in disgust, hating that they’re all acting like this when you could’ve been kidnapped tonight. “I’m going to bed, and I swear if any of you disturb me-”
You swallow the lump in your throat, refusing to break down as you turn on your heel, heading straight to the only place you know you’ll feel safe. Opie’s room.
About ten minutes later, you’re wrapped up in his duvet, wearing one of his giant tshirts and a pair of his boxer shorts. His scent is everywhere, and as much as you love it, it’s making it all the more harder to resist him.
Your phone vibrates, you fishing for it under the covers until you find it, a new message notification on the screen.
You alright? X
You smile despite yourself, messaging Opie back and telling him it’s safe to come in. He does so promptly, an apologetic look on his face as he sees your tear stained cheeks. “Hey.”
“Hey.” you whisper, your voice hoarse from shouting. Once he’s shut the door, he makes his way over to you, crouching beside the bed as he moves your hair around your ear, your eyes fluttering shut at the contact.
“I’m sorry.” he says, pressing his lips lovingly to your forehead. His tone is nothing but genuine, the look in his eyes the same.
“Me too. I didn’t mean to shout.” He shushes you quietly, a smile slipping onto his lips. “Can you come lie with me, please?”
He doesn’t even need to think about it, kicking off his boots and taking off his jeans before he’s crawling in beside you, wrapping his arms around you protectively as you nuzzle into his chest, feeling as if weight has been lifted off your shoulders.
“Jax knows, by the way.” he mumbles casually, his hand stroking your hair soothingly. You sit up slightly, eyes wide as you wait for him to continue. “He took it surprisingly well.”
“Really?” Hope floods your body. Maybe now you and Opie will be able to act like an actual couple. Well, once people have gotten used to the idea.
“I mean, yeah, he was pissed at first, but once he realised how much I love you, he understood.” Your heart flutters, a warm flush spreading across your face. Neither of you had even thought of the word love, let alone said it aloud, and Opie’s now nervous expression proved that.
Without hesitation, you lean forward, pressing your lips against his own, your hand going to the back of his head as he kisses you back, your skin tingling as if it’s the first time.
“I love you, too.” you say once you pull away, the words easily rolling off your tongue. “Thank you for protecting me today.”
“I’ll always protect you.” You kiss him once more, before relaxing back into his hold and allowing yourself to drift to sleep, safe in the arms of your lover.
A/N - Really didn’t plan on this being so long, but I hope you like it anyway!!! Been going through a bit of writers block so you’ll have to excuse me for the lack of updates, but I’ll keep trying to produce for you guys! See you next time ❤
Pirate ship on a bottle.
Unfired white earthenware. The masts and sails are being made from wood, cloth and twine and will be added after this has been glazed in a couple of weeks. More pics coming soon :-)
Alex makes Magnus some pottery but somehow Magnus's room ends up covered in clay...
Okay super duper sorry that this took so long to get out to youuu!!! Also, I hope you don’t mind but I decided to write some headcanons???? Ye…..
• Okay so Alex did something that made Magnus rlly mad
• And that has to be rlly bad bc Magnus doesn’t rlly get mad at ppl
• They aren’t talking
• The floor 19 crew is v worried
• Nobody has any idea what to do
Alex decides to take her anger out on her pottery
• She angrily shapes clay and throws pots
• Bc she was so close to finally getting together with Magnus and she ruined it
• She lost his trust
• She throws another pot
• She crumples on the ground, running her hands through her green hair and getting clay pieces stuck in it but she doesn’t care
• Magnus hates her now
• So ye she kinda gets rlly sad bc he felt like a real friend and… at the same time… she wanted something more…
• She wanted to be with him
• But now it was all messed up
• Somehow, as she’s thinking this something starts to form under her hands??
• Idk what maybe a giant tree or something idk
• But when it’s finished
• So like she has this amazing piece and somehow she gets it in her mind that she NEEDS to give it to Magnus??? So she spends all this time painting it with glaze and making sure it’s perfect and loses a ton of sleep
• So beep bop boop eventually one day after Magnus already left for breakfast she sneaks into his room
• And she puts the thing somewhere he could see it and has a little apology note or whatever and she feels so embarrassed about it
• But the thing is she hasnt washed up since she was working with the clay
• And she tracked clay bits all offer his room and every surface she touched had a smudge
• And the area around the sculpture/tree was filthy with it considering how much she readjusted it
• But Alex doesn’t have much time to clean it up so she walks out of the room hurriedly and goes back to her own room, waiting anxiously
• Magnus sees it when he walks in and like oh my gods what is this?
• And his room has so much clay bits on it and WAIT….
• He sees the sculpture
• And it’s a magnificent thingy
• And he reads Alex’s note
• And my gods the fact that she did all this….
• Magnus.exe has stopped working
• He goes to her room
• And hugs her
• And then kinda admits maybe it wasn’t that he HATED her exactly he was just… confused…
• And ye
Lol these probably suck but I hope you enjoy frien!!!! ❤️️💙❤️️
Guess who is having the time of their lives in a ceramics class ;-;
There’s going to be an art show soon where I am and sadly the chocolate box doesn’t have enough time to be painted and baked so it will be sown just how it is :,) . I’m pretty happy with the ink well and the bendy face tho! I got to take the bendy face home today so I now have two bendys here! It’s so small compared to my beed bendy ^-^. The coil pot was just kinda an experiment on what I could do with coils.. so.. excuse the mess on that one? And the pinch bowl, or the flower next to the coil pot, was supposed to be two parts, the flower and the ball on the inside but I didn’t want to lose the ball and I was having difficulty with getting it into the furnace so I just kept the ball in the flower as it baked and so now it’s stuck there with the power of clay paint/gloss!
Justin Foley Imagine Part 1: Everyone has their demons
Real Quick : I know this isn’t my usual imagines but I decided to try something a little different to see if you guys would like it or not, if you have any ideas or request for part 2, message me your suggestions. Let me know if you guys are are even interested in a part 2! Also if you guys have any other suggestions for any other character on the show be sure to let me know as well, my inbox is always open! Love you guys XXX
(Story takes place after Hannah’s death)
Justin Foley, so many things could be said about this kid but one thing was for certain he was an asshole or so you thought. You walked through the doors of hell also know as Liberty High School, you made your way to your locker which happened to be 5 down from Justin’s. After putting in your combination and opening your locker, Jessica appeared by Justin’s locker and your curiosity got the best of you so you decided to listen in on their conversation. You hid behind your locker door listening to their argument, you felt bad being nosy but on the other hand it was kinda hard to not listen with them two being so loud in the halls. You were suddenly out pulled from their fighting when a hand grabbed your shoulder. The unexpected action scared you, making you jolt which resulted in your head making contact with the side of your locker. You turned around holding your hand on your head.
“OW! What do you want?”You said rubbing the tension in your head seeing Clay with a small smirk on his face.
“Eavesdropping I see, I didn’t think y/n were the type.”Clay said smiling at you.
“I was just curious.”You said sheepishly.
"Curiosity killed the cat.“ Clay said adjusting his backpack.
"Yeah yeah I know.”You said pulling out your books and closing your locker, seeing that Justin and Jessica had already disappeared.
You looked back at Clay then walked together to communications class. Clay entered first and took his seat right after you took your seat which so happened to be next to Zach Dempsey. Zach gave you a smile and you sent him a quick smile back. You looked around the room eyeing Clay and sending him a small wave so he sent one back. The table shifted a bit which grabbed your attention, you turned back around to see Justin taking his usual spot next to Zach. He jaw was tense and he looked to be in a bad mood, he felt your gaze and he eyes looked over at you, you broke your gaze and faced the front of the class avoiding anymore awkward eye contact. Although you still felt a gaze on you, you decided it be best to keep your eyes forward. Class began shortly after Mrs. Bradley started to explain a project that she was giving us today which involved working with a partner, she began assigning partners. After matching Clay and Zach together, she suddenly looked at you.
"And y/n, you and Justin will be partners.“Said Mrs. Bradley while you swallowed a lump in your throat.
You turned your head towards Justin’s direction seeing his eyes already on you. The bell rang and you quickly packed your stuff and exited the classroom forgetting about Clay. (Skip to lunch)
“I can’t believe it Clay, I’m partners with Justin Foley! Ugh just kill me now.” You said while picking at the food in front of you with your fork.
“I don’t know y/n, maybe he is not that bad as he seems.”Clay said finishing his sandwich.
"Yeah right.“You said looking over at the jock’s table seeing Justin messing around with Bryce and Montgomery.
You rolled your eyes and continued messing with your food.
"I’m just saying, try getting to know someone first before judging them.” Clay suggested throwing away his trash.
You both walked out of the cafeteria together laughing about how Clay didn’t know Tony was gay.
"I seriously can’t believe you didn’t know.“You said as you wiped the tears from your eyes from laughing so hard.
As you guys made it the front doors of the cafeteria you instantly felt eyes on you, you turned your head and saw Justin, you guys both made eye contact for the second time which felt like minutes but was actually a couple of seconds until Clay nudged your shoulder. You broke your stare and walked out with Clay, still thinking about how weird it was that Justin kept staring at you.
A/N: This is it, the final part to “Good Enough”. You’ve certainly waited long enough. Hopefully it was worth the wait. I’m not done with Clay though. I have every intention to keep sending love this boy’s way lol.
You ran as fast as you could down the empty hall of your school. Away from them and their cruel judgements.
It had only been dancing. A perk of your best friend being the DJ at your winter formal.
Spotting you hiding out in a corner of the auditorium, Tony had put on your favorite song just to please you.
You learned how to dance from Tony’s sister and cousins. And under that leather jacket and Easy Rider exterior, Tony has great rhythm, but it was only dancing between longtime friends. Everyone else was the pervert for thinking it was anything more.
You shove open the school door as you race outside with a gasping breath. Trying to hold the tears back as they teeter on the brink of your eyes.
Your mind replaying the way the kids circled you when the music died, gawking. You heard Bryce’s obnoxious voice towering over the dying music.
“Damn girl, I’ll take an encore any time.”
Your cheeks had burned, your eyes scanning the crowd surrounding you, trapping you until you found a steady blue pair. Clay’s face was solemn, his lips ceiled, but his eyes, his eyes were filled with something unreadable. Something that clenched your heart.
You were suffocating, the walls closing in, you had to get out of there.
Rounding the corner of the building, finally you stop as the flood of tears finds you. You lean your back against the wall, bracing your weight as you bury your face in your hands to stifle your sob.
This school was a horrible place. Those kids were never going to let you live down the things you had done in the past, the things they only think they know. And the one boy who saw you differently, the one boy who finally saw you for who you really are… you just keep finding ways to shove that knife a little deeper into his heart.
You hear the door open to the side of you. You hear the footsteps approach.
You know it’s Tony coming to check on you after how fast you bailed. Because despite all the rumors those ass hats like to spread about you, you and Tony know what’s really between you and what’s not.
“After I graduate I’m getting the fuck out of this town and I’m never looking back. I don’t care what they think, I’m gonna make something of myself.” You declare in spite of them as your shoulders shudder and you feel another wave of angry tears cascade down your face.
“I know you will.” His voice answers back without hesitation. Absolute certainty on this breath.
You recognize the voice instantly as your face shoots up out of your hands.
“Clay…” Your breath hinges with surprise as you try rapidly to wipe the tears from your damp face.
“You look beautiful tonight.” He says, with that smile that warms your whole body. The smile that always puts you at easy and makes everything in the world feel alright for just a little while.
He steps toward you and unconsciously you follow his lead. You haven’t been alone together like this since your break up and you’ve missed him desperately.
“Missed one.” Clay notes softly as he reaches out to tenderly wipe a stray tear away from your cheek.
Your heart pounds as he caresses your face.
Your eyes are glued on his as you reach for his hand before he can pull it away, holding it to your cheek.
“Don’t go.” You beg him on a quiet breath that speaks from your heart as you take a step closer to him.
“Please…” Your breath deep and desperate as you get lost in his eyes, as you inch dangerously closer together. You can feel it, in the pull of his stare that reaches deep into your belly, he’s missed you desperately too.
“Stay.” You whisper, his nose brushing your cheek, your eyes locked until the second before your lips meet.
With the touch of Clay’s lips, it’s like you can breathe again. Like you’ve been drowning under water and didn’t fully realize it until you’re pulled to the surface by the taste of his lips.
Your hands tangle around his neck as you feel Clay wrap his arms around waist and pull you closer.
Your tongue lightly sweeps across his lower lip before Clay’s lips part and your tongues meet soft and slow.
You feel a burst of breath off his nose, feel his hands clutch you tighter as the kiss deepens. You fight the urge to go faster, kiss him harder. You missed him so fucking much.
The smell of Clay surrounds you, the feel of being back in his arms makes all the pain you’ve been holding onto fall away and in that moment, you’re sure of one thing, If there was ever home… This is it.
But it’s over all to quickly as Clay breaks away.
“No,” He says as he bows his head, shaking it slowly.
“You said it was over.” Clay reminds you, backing away. Putting a wall up. Shutting you out.
“I was scared.” You rapidly admit. Your heart frantic as your watch him slip away again.
“And you think I wasn’t?” Clay throws back at you on an exasperated breath.
“You were the first girl I ever- First everything. I fell hard and you just threw it all away like it meant nothing.”
“I wasn’t good enough for you.” You finally confess as tears fill your eyes once again.
Clay stops suddenly, his eyes heavy upon you. “What are you talking about?”
You throw your hands in the air with a defeated huff. “Your mom knew it, everyone at school knew it. You’re good and kind. You’re a decent guy, Clay. And I’m- I’m just another good time at Liberty High.” You finally said it, the brutal truth. Why you weren’t good enough for him and why you never would be.
“That isn’t true.” Clay says on a heavy breath. His anger draining as he takes a step toward to you.
“Yes, it is. I would have ruined you with all my baggage, everyone knew it and I couldn’t live with that.” You admit your deepest fears and insecurities on a desperate shaken breath. Your eyes barreling into the boy you love, the boy you didn’t deserve to have.
“Don’t say that.” Clay begs you as if the words coming off your lips broke his heart too.
“Why? It’s true.” You answer back, your voice breaking as you finally admit it, admit that no matter how much you love him, you weren’t good enough for him.
“No it’s not.” Clay responds, his voice growing strong and sure as his eyes pierce into your own.
Moving to you, Clay wraps his hands around your face without a word. Drawing your eyes to his.
“You’re kind and smart. Funniest girl I know. And you’re beautiful. God, you’re beautiful…” Clay’s breath stalls for a brief moment as his eyes soften as they gaze upon you like you’re the most precious thing in this world.
“And I love you.”
A shuddered breath quivers off your lips with his confession.
In that moment, all your fears disappeared as you finally saw yourself through Clay’s eyes. As he made everything you ever did and didn’t do disappear, because in his eyes you weren’t the easy girl Liberty High made you out to be.
In Clay’s eyes you sparkled and shined. He gave you your light back.
And in your eyes, he was everything.
“I love you too.” You finally admit as you crash into a desperate kiss.
You could have stayed lost on the heat of Clay’s mouth, the love in his kiss, if the sound of hands clapping didn’t break the moment.
You and Clay pull apart, still tangled in each other’s arms as you turn to the sound and find Jeff and Tony standing at the door to the school.